Monday, October 30, 2006

Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy.

(Psalm 33:3, RSV)

Your resident blogger (me) is all tuckered out--I actually slept in this morning. Bizarre dreams about Sandra Bullock and Seinfeld (what is his first name--too lazy to Google it...)

The retreat was awesome. I did a lot of listening--I hope more listening than talking. (Although I always seem to need to make my particular viewpoint known...)

More on that later, as I digest it. Today will be a day of labor in the morning (I had to move stuff so that the heating guy could look at my heater...no news so far...except that my water pump is broken.) It's about 50 degrees Fahrenheit in here (brrrr.)

Also, planning on the birthday party. I started a guest list last night during BJ's sermon (which I had already heard in the morning at the retreat--so I could listen with one hear, honest!!). My mom and I talked about it and she said, you should count on 2/3 or less of the people invited to come. In some ways I'd love to open it up to the Open Door community, but my space is so small. Yet, it feels like holding my hands in a fist...there are certain things in my life that have Bible verses attached, and one of them is parties:

"Then he turned to the host. "The next time you put on a dinner, don't just invite your friends and family and rich neighbors, the kind of people who will return the favor. Invite some people who never get invited out, the misfits from the wrong side of the tracks. You'll be—and experience—a blessing. They won't be able to return the favor, but the favor will be returned—oh, how it will be returned!—at the resurrection of God's people." (Luke 14:12-14, The Message)

So this post was going to just be, hey look, new things going on at PCUSA Blog, "A community for those whose blogging is decent and in order." They now have content for every day of the week and Sunday's post was on the Lectionary, one of the blind men stories.

Well, I better go get some breakfast. Or maybe I should catch a shower, since I have no idea when the heater guy is showing up. Well, anyways, have a great Monday. I'll be sitting in the dentist's chair around 3:30, thinking about my upcoming visit to the beach...

3 comments:

Carolyn said...

The dentist? Yick.

You have my condolences.

Paula said...

Jerry. Seinfeld.

Glad you're back.

I hate the dentist. I can't think of anything while I'm there. I'm busy trying to imagine my happy place the whole time.

MsCellania said...

*touch wood* I have never been hurt at the dentist office. Well, the shot is no picnic, but other than that? Nada. You should have warm weather coming; it was almost 70 here yesterday...very warm today. But will, OF COURSE, be freezin-ass cold for trick or treaters. Grrrrrrrr...